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THE RAGGEDY MAN 





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The RaGGedy Wan 
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With tliustTaf ions by 
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Indianapolis 

Bobb& McTTtM Company 

Publishers 






Copyright, 1907 
By JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY 



L'iBRARY "of CONGRESS 

J Untiiupj tieceived 

| OCT (3 » 9W 

GLASS A XXc, N° 













DEDICATION 



Most Lovingly and Loyally Signed Over 



To Lesley and Elizabeth, 

And Jim, and Jinks, and Dallas, 
And Dory Ann, and Bud, and Seth, 

And little Rachel Alice; 
Marcellns, Ruth, and Silence, — Yea, 

And all their little brothers 
And sisters in the world to-day — 

A nd all the blessed others. 




THE RAGGEDY MAN 



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THE RAGGEDY MAN 

OTHE RAGGEDY MAN! He works fer Pa; 
An' lie's the goodest man ever you saw ! 
He comes to our house ever' day, 
An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em hay ; 
An' he opens the shed — an' we all ist laugh 
When he drives out our little old wobble-ly calf; 
An' nen — ef our hired girl says he can- 
He milks the cow fer 'Lizabuth Ann. 
Ain't he a' awful good Raggedy Man? 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 



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W'y, The Raggedy Man — he's ist so good 
Ho splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood; 
An' nen lie spades in our garden, too, 
An' does most things 'at boys can't do.- 
He clumbed clean up in our big tree 
An' shooked a' apple down fer me- 
An' nother'ii, too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann- 
An' nother'ii, too, fer The Raggedy Man.- 
Ain't ho a' awful kind Raggedy Man? 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 



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The Raggedy Man's so good an' kind 
ISr'll bo our ^horsey' 1 , an' "haw" an' mind 
Ever'thing 'at you make him do — 
An' won't run off- 'less you want him to! 
I diived him wunst 'way down our lane 
An' he got skeered, when it 'menced to rain, 
An' ist rared up an' squealed and run 
Purt-nigh away! — an' it's all in fun!- 
Xen lie skeered acfin at a' old tin can . . . 
Whoa! y'old runaway Raggedy Man! 

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An" wunst, when The Raggedy Man come late 
An' pigs is root' time the garden-gate, 
lie 'tend like the pigs *uz bears an' said, 
"Old Bear-shooter Ml shoot 'em dead!" 
An* race' an' chase"em, an' they'd ist run 
When he pint his hoe at 'em like it's a gnu 
An' iro "Bang!- Bang!" nen 'tend he stan' 
An' load up his gun ag'in! Raggedy Man! 
lie's an old Bear-shooter Raggedy Man! 
Raffffedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 





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An' sometimes The Raggedy Man lets on 

We're little prmce-childern, an' Old King's gone 

To git more money, an' lef us there — 

And Bobbers is ist thick ever' where; 

An nen — ef we all won't cry, fer shore — 

The Raggedy Man he'll come and "'splore 

The Castul-halls," an' steal the "gold"— 

An' steal its, too, an' grab an' hold 

An' pack us off to his old "Cave!'' -An' 

Haymow's the "cave" o' the Raggedy Man! — 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 




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The Raggedy Man- one time when he 
Was makin' a little bow-'n'-orry fer me, 
Says "When you're big' like your Pa is 
Aii* yon go' to keep a fine store like his- 
An be a rich merchunt — an' wear fine clothes? 
Er what air yon go' to be, goodness knows!" 
An' nen he langhed at 'Lizabuth Ann, 
An' I says "'Mgo' to be a Eaggedy Man! — 
I'm ist go' to be a, nice Raggedy Man!" 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 




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The Man in the Moon lias a crick in his back ; 
Wee ! 

Whin 11 n ! 

Ain't you sorry for him? 
And a mole on his nose that is purple and black; 
And his eyes are so weak that they water and run 
If lie dares to dream even lie looks at the sun. 
So he jes dreams of stars, as the doctors advise— 
My ! 
Eyes ! 

But isn't he wise — 
To jes dream of Stars, as the doctors advise? 




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And The Man in the Moon has a boil on his ear— 
Whee ! 
Whing! 

What a singular thing! 
I know ! hut these facts are authentic, my clear,- 
There's a boil on his ear; and a corn on his chin- 
He calls it a dimple — but dimples stick in,- 
Yet it might be a dimple turned over, you know 
Whang ! 
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Why, certainly so! — 
It might be a dimple turned over, you know! 





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And r S he Man in the Moon lias a rheumatic knee 
Gee! 
Whizz! 

What a pity that is! 
And his toes have worked round where his heels 

ought to be. — 
So whenever he wants to go North he goes South, 
And comes hack with porridge-crumbs all round his 

mouth. 
And he brushes them off with a Japanese fan, 

Whing! 
Whann! 

What a marvellous man! 
What a very remarkably marvellous man! 







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And Tlie Man in the Moon, sighed The Raggedy Man, 
Gits ! 
So! 

Sullonesome, yon know,- 
Up there by hisse'f sence Creation began !- 
That when I call on him and then come away, 
He grabs me and holds me and begs me to stay,- 
Till- -]}>/// if it wasn't fer rimmy-cum-Jim, 
Dadd ! 
Limb ! 

I'd go pardners with him — 
Jes jump my job here and be pardners with him! 








THE BUMBLEBEE 



You better not fool with a Bumblebee! 
Ef you don't think they can sting- — you'll sec! 
They're lazy to look at, an' kindo' g*o 
Buzzin' an' bummin' aroun' so slow, 
An' ac' so slouchy an' all fagged out, 
Danglin' their legs as they drone about 
The hollyhawks 'at they can't climb in 
'Ithout ist a-tumble-un out agr'in! 





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THE OLD TRAMP 



A' old Tramp slep' in our stable wunst, 
An' The Raggedy Man lie caught 

An' roust him up, an' chased him off 
Clean out through our back lot! 

Aif th' old Tramp hollered back an' said. 

"You're a purty man!- -You air! 
With a pair o' eyes like two tried eggs. 

An' a nose like a Bartlutt pear!" 



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OUR HIRED GIRL 

Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann ; 

An' she can cook best things to eat! 
She ist puts dough in our pie-pan, 

An' pours in somepin' 'at's good and sweet, 
An' nen she salts it all on top 
With cinnamon ; an' nen she'll stop 

An' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow, 
In th' old cook-stove, so's 't won't slop 

An' git all spilled ; nen bakes it, so 

It's custard pie, first thing you know! 

An' nen she'll say: 

"Clear out o' my way! 

They's time fer work, an' time fer play! — 
Take yer dough, an' run, Child ; run ! 
Er I cain't git no cookin' done!" 



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When our hired girl 'tends like she's mad, 

An' says folks g;ot to walk the chalk 
When she's around, er wisht they had, 

I play out on our porch an' talk 
To th' Rasrffedy Man 'at mows our lawn: 
An 1 he says "Whew!" an' nen leans on 

His old crook-scythe, and blinks his eyes 
An 1 sniffs all round an' says. -"I swan! 

VA my old nose don't tell me lies, 

It 'pears like I smell custard-pies!" 

An' nen he'll say,— 
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They's time fer work an' time fer play! 

Take ver dough, an' run, Child: run! 

Kr she caint nit no cookin' done!" 





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Wunst our hired girl, wunst when she 

Got the supper, an' we all et, 
An' it was night, an' Ma an 5 mo 

An' Pa went wher' the "Social" met,- 
An' nen when we come home, an' see 
A light in the kitchen-door, an' we 

Heerd a maccordeum, Pa says "Lan'- 
O'-Gracious! who can her beau be?" 

An" I marched in, an' 'Lizabuth Ann 

Wuz parchin' corn fer the Raggedy Man! 

Better say 
"Clear out o' the way! 
They's time fer work, an' time fer play! 

Take the hint, an' run, Child; run! 

Er we caint git no courtin done! 



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BINDERY INC. |§J 

^^> DEC 88 

N. MANCHESTER, 
INDIANA 46962 



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